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claim his first born son If he don't let god's people go If god is for you, who can stand against You Here they find themselves smackdab in the middle
olives out of hands Grew too fat The branch then snapped As support detached Dropped exact like an equation of fact Landed Smack-dab on the ass I made up
end's getting hard to see From where I'm sitting smack-dab in the middle Man! Oh man, oh man, oh man
of two foreign bitches I'm smackdab Slipping on Quagen bitch hold my cup Lockjaw and I'm shaking I'm tryna' keep up Grata with these two-two-threes you
gonna put Romeo's fame right smack-dab on a date, ah Alright now I'm speculatin' Wonder what tomorrow's gonna really bring Hey if I don't find work
Romeo's fame right smack-dab on a date, ah Alright now I'm speculatin' Wonder what tomorrow's gonna really bring Hey if I don't find work tomorrow
unexpectedly. You came from miles away, you came from the bay. It's funny what you find when you come looking I'm loving you just smackdab in my face. Boy you
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